Gul'dan left, taking away 70% of the troops and supplies of the Horde's reinforcements, and the remaining orcs scattered throughout Stratholme to plunder.
They will go all the way south from the Stratholme area, and with the support of Talon Bloodfiend's death knights, they will re-enter the hills, return to the tribal port in the wetlands, and then set sail towards an unknown destiny.
This was like a sap hitting the imprisoned and freed Saurfang on the head. The most terrible thing was that before leaving, the evil orc warlock set a fire in the already empty camp.
To attract the attention of surrounding alliance troops and buy them more time!
"It's over!"
Saurfang watched the flames lick the entire camp bit by bit, and an unimaginable despair swallowed his heart. He would be completely burned to death here, and no one would know where he went in the end...
This was not the ending he feared.
As an orc warrior who still holds the honor, what Saurfang fears most is that he will be regarded as a traitor by the warchief and his brother Brox Shigar, who followed Gul'dan to betray the tribe and betrayed the people.
Traitor of his own honor!
Gul'dan would not explain it kindly. The ending of losing one's life and losing one's honor at the same time is like hell for a person like Saurfang!
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh"
The chains that bound his body were shaken wildly by the orc warriors, trying to break free from the shackles of the chains, but his whole body was weak, and the toxins in his body were eating away at his remaining sanity and will bit by bit.
As the fire burned, he began to shout:
"anyone there?"
"anyone here?"
"Let me go! Come help me!"
"The chief is still waiting for me! I can't...I can't let him down!"
But there is no one left. In the previous looting operation, Saurfang sent out many orcs to attract the attention of the alliance defenders from all directions. Those orc warriors will not take the initiative to look for large troops before receiving orders.
, but now, these soldiers who followed the order have completely sent Safarul into a desperate situation.
"Gul'dan!"
The orc warlord roared like crazy. If he could go back to that night in Quel'Thalas now, he would definitely watch with cold eyes as Gul'dan's soul was taken away by those death knights. This scourge might have died at that time!
He recalled what Orgrim had ordered before leaving. If necessary, he could choose to kill Gul'dan.
Obviously, the warchief was also suspicious of Gul'dan's loyalty, but Saurfang's stubbornness brought him and his army into this desperate moment.
The fire, the orange-red flames burned in the huge and empty camp, and soon joined together, igniting all the tents. Saurfang was already heartbroken, his eyes were dull, and he was tied to the stone.
The orc warlord above gave up resistance and struggle and allowed the flames to surround him.
But before the flames ignited his body, the regret and self-blame in his heart had completely swallowed up his soul like a giant beast with its teeth and claws.
His heart had already died in the face of this failure.
"Shua"
The cold wind extinguished the flames in front of Saurfang at this moment. The abnormally low temperature made the orc warlord subconsciously raise his head and saw the tall figure walking into the fire.
It was an orc, a death knight, a member of Tyrion's Order of the Blackblade.
"Blackhand! I know you..."
Saurfang looked at the silent orc death knight in front of him with dull eyes, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"Are you here to see me come to an end? Are you here to laugh at my failure? Or...send me away from this world?"
"I'm not that bored yet!"
Grokush looked at the orc warlord who had been struck to despair in front of him. A glimmer of light flashed in his dark eyes, and he drew the ax from behind with his backhand.
"Click, click"
The chains binding Saurfang were cut off, and the orc warlord was freed. But as soon as he stood up and took a step, he collapsed weakly on the ground. Then he was picked up by Grokush and carried on his shoulders.
Step out of the fire.
The scorching flames cleared a path in the icy storm. Outside the fire scene, a white-bone griffon was waiting for its master.
"Tyrion wants to see you, Saurfang. It's time for you to face your fate. Also, call me Grokush. I don't like that name."
The Bone Gryphon flew in the air for 10 minutes, and finally arrived at the junction of Stratholme and Hillsbrad Hills. Grokush controlled the Gryphon to land, and all members of the Dark Blade Knights were in the mountains below.
were resting, and beside them were nearly a hundred orc warriors who had been hacked to death, and some awakened low-level knights were cleaning up the battlefield. Apparently, a pursuit battle had just ended here.
"Snapped"
Saurfang was thrown to the ground. He raised his head with difficulty and saw Tyrion who was wiping the sword in his hand. The latter was sitting on the corpse of an ogre and looked at him with a sarcastic look.
Hold him.
That sarcastic look ignited the shame in Saurfang's heart again, but he still stiffened his neck and refused to lower his head. He looked at the leader of the death knight and asked in a deep voice:
"What did you bring me here for? Tyrion!"
"I just wanted to see what a loser looks like."
Tyrion pierced Saurfang's scar mercilessly. He sheathed the long sword in his hand, supported his chin with his left hand, and looked at the orc warlord in front of him with a playful expression:
"How does it feel to be betrayed by Gul'dan? You see, my curse finally came true! I guess you should regret it now, if you didn't stop me then... If you didn't steal our victory, the Horde's
Victory will not be stolen by Gul'dan."
"Saurfang, your tribe will eventually fail because of this, and you! You are the biggest sinner!, you guessed it right, I was just laughing at you..."
"enough!"
Saurfang clenched his fists, blood-red bloodshot eyes burst out, and he shouted loudly:
"Stop talking! Stop humiliating me! Kill me now! Take my life!"
"Give me a weapon!"
Saurfang climbed up from the ground with difficulty. He supported his waist with both hands to prevent himself from falling. He looked at Tyrion in front of him and said in a deep voice:
"It is better to die in your hands as a warrior than to be burned to death."
"Come on!"
Tyrion waved his hand: "I asked my brother to bring you here, not to fight with you. You have also seen that we have been hunting down the people of the Ravager Clan and the Twilight Hammer, but
Gul'dan is more cunning than I thought, and he dropped many abandoned people along the way to ensure that he and his core members could escape smoothly."
The death knight pointed to the bloody battlefield around him. He raised his head and looked at Saurfang in front of him. He said softly:
"You don't want to die like this, I know, I can see... You see, your warchief doesn't know the news of Gul'dan's betrayal yet. He doesn't know yet that he has no reinforcements. He is Attacking Lordaeron regardless of expenditure, but without reinforcements, he will eventually be surrounded and killed by the gushing Alliance soldiers under the city of Lordaeron..."
"Gul'dan's poison is corroding your body. I can help you get rid of it and let you survive. I can even let you go to report the news, so that your warchief can conserve his strength and retreat in time. You can even Live a long time..."
Tyrion threw out his bait. Saurfang's eyes widened at this moment, and his breathing became heavier, but he did not agree immediately because he knew that Tyrion would not be so kind. This comes at a price!
"So, what's the price?"
Saurfang asked in a deep voice. Tyrion smiled silently and spread his arms:
"What else do you have to pay the price? Saurfang, you have nothing! And my knights and I need warriors like you."
He stood up, moved his shoulders, and looked at the orc warlord in front of him. This brave warrior who once killed him with his own hands would become the orc who symbolized the bravery of the new tribe in the future history. He rubbed his chin and said softly:
"You hate Gul'dan so much, I can smell your hatred, but coincidentally, we also have a score to settle with him, so I'll let you go back to report the news and let you go back to protect your chief. In return, I need... you to be willing to give up your life and join the Dark Blade Knights!"
"Tsk, tsk, what a cruel choice."
Ruminas, who was leaning aside, whispered: "That bastard is like a devil!"
"But he did the right thing."
Serent closed his eyes and whispered: "Saurfang's bravery is what we need. It can also weaken the power of the tribe and kill two birds with one stone!"
"How about it? Agree, or not?"
Tyrion looked at the orc warrior in front of him with calm eyes. He knew very well that if a warrior like Saurfang died, if his soul was unwilling to obey, even if he was forcibly recruited, it would be difficult to succeed.
Tyrion does not have the evil artifact Frostmourne in his hand that can forcibly recruit all souls. He can only use this method and an oath to draw Saurfang into his camp.
"not enough!"
Saurfang took a step back and looked at Tyrion seriously:
"That's not enough!"
"How come I never knew you were such a greedy orc!"
Tyrion's face darkened, and Saurfang gave up all resistance at this moment. He took a deep breath, his eyes shining with his final struggle.
"What I paid for was my life, everything I had! How could this be possible? I want the Dark Blade Knights to help the war chief retreat smoothly! I have seen what you can do on the battlefield, and I can't help you!"
The orc warlord clenched his fists:
"As long as you agree, I am willing to join you now!"
"Tsk, tsk, so loyal..."
Tyrion shrugged noncommittally, blinked his ice-blue eyes, approached Saurfang, and whispered in a voice that only two people could hear:
"I won't let my brother fight to the death for your warchief, so I think we can change the terms!"
"No! I refuse! I won't accept anything except this condition!"
"Oh? Then why don't you go by yourself?"
These words made Saurfang, who had a ferocious face, freeze in place for an instant.
Tyrion moved his fingers and looked at Saurfang:
"You go and protect your chief yourself. Maybe you misunderstood my request a little. Listen clearly. I will only collect payment when the time is right. You can do whatever you want.
Until you have no regrets."
"You and I know very well what kind of trouble your chief is facing and what dangers he will encounter."
He reached out and patted Saurfang in front of him, like an old friend he hadn't seen for many years:
"I'll tell you the truth. If you don't want to have such a powerful soul like you, I can't forcefully recruit you now. If I just resurrect your body, it would be meaningless. For a death knight, the soul is
Most importantly, I need your willingness! Do you understand?"
"You can even go back to Draenor to see your wife, and even leave a child for your family."
This loose condition made it difficult for Saurfang to understand for a while. After a moment, he looked at Tyrion suspiciously:
"Aren't you afraid that I will break the contract? You should know very well that if I want to run away, you will never catch me again. If you lose this opportunity, you may never have it again!"
Tyrion shrugged, he snapped his fingers, and two figures quickly appeared behind him.
"Seven, Autumn, help Mr. Overseer clean up the poison in his blood, and then help him prepare a gryphon..."
The Death Knight Lord looked at Saurfang in front of him, pointed to the ground in the south, and said softly:
"It depends on whether fate favors you as it did before, Saurfang. If you are lucky enough, maybe my knights and I will die in the upcoming adventure, and then you will be completely free. But
In the final analysis, I believe in the promise made by a soldier. You regard honor as more noble than your life, and I believe you will not let it be shamed.
He walked past Saurfang. The two zombie dragons hovering in the sky let out an unpleasant roar and slowly fell to the ground. Tyrion rode on his dragon. He took a look and was receiving blood purification.
The orc warlord, who was also looking at him.
"Tyrion, now I owe you a life. When everything is over, I will fulfill my promise! In the name of the Saurfang family!"
"I am looking forward..."
Tyrion whispered, and the next time, the zombie dragon and the bone griffon flapped their wings and flew into the sky, flying towards the hills.
Saurfang is just a sideshow. Just like when he met Arthas and Varian before, it is not appropriate to change everything at this moment. Tyrion has not forgotten his most important thing at the moment.
"Gul'dan, fate has revealed your future, where can you escape to?"
